Xuzhou, Xiapi.
"His Majesty truly values me so highly?!"
Hu Zun suddenly sat bolt upright in his sickbed, looking at the letter in his hands, then at the rider before him, who was gasping for breath.
Hu Fen had directly drawn on his father's influence to have the courier stations everywhere transmit the letter under wartime protocols.
Messages traveled extremely quickly under wartime protocols. Riders and horses had to be changed at every stop, and it was common for courier station attendants and steeds to be ridden to death.
They would gallop at full speed to the next station, where someone would take over, repeating the process over and over.
When Guanqiu Jian had campaigned against Liaodong, he had used this very system to communicate with the imperial court, even receiving its orders in time to adjust his strategy.
Hu Fen had spared no effort over this news.
When Hu Zun read his son's letter, he actually sat straight up in his sickbed.
Hu Zun came from one of the great clans of the frontier. Because of his background, the ministers at court had little respect for him, all considering him a coarse military man unfit to discuss the classics.
When Sima Yi had valued him highly, kept him at his side, and entrusted him with important duties, Hu Zun had devoted himself wholeheartedly to fighting for him.
Now the Grand General's son-in-law, the emperor of Great Wei, had once again given Hu Zun that feeling of being valued.
Hu Fen had faithfully conveyed the emperor's words.
The emperor had said that General Hu need not come to pay his respects in person. Qingzhou and Xuzhou would both be placed under his governance, and he could remain there with peace of mind to handle important affairs. He could deal with